Thursday, 15 September 2011

The Librarian

it was just a bet he'd had with his mate
to ask the drab librarian out on a date
she said she'd cook it was better that way
it suited him well, he would not have to stay

the yellow flowers were an afterthought
the wine however was carefully sought
to accompany a vegetarian course
a quick meal and exit without remorse

he'd figured as she was so painfully shy
she'd get rid of him quick with a veg stir fry
yet the aroma wafting through the door
was pleasing his senses more and more
tomato, basil, garlic and origanum
he hadn't figured her a pasta woman
gone was his quick meal and exit then
he tried to think of some excuse when
she opened the door and let him in

the sight of her took him by surprise
gone was the drab librarian disguise
she was barefoot and her hair was wet
she'd had a shower but not dressed yet
she smiled as she took the flowers and wine
he notice that she glanced at the time
the table was bare not laid for two
on the stove a pan with tomato stew
his heart sank at her apparent haste
this perfect evening would go to waste
he look around her cosy home, then
pictured himself at home alone, when
she said 'I'm cooking a three hour sauce,
we can take our time over the first course'